(continued)
"Why didn't you punish me twenty five years ago?" Mosha asked. "**Banish** me, whip me, hang me. Why didn't you all those years ago upon hearing about how I killed him? Why?
A wicked smile returned to the king's face, deep wrinkles surrounding his mouth. "Because, Mosha, I have been sitting on it. Letting it stew within you, just waiting for a day in which to reveal it. A day that I can use it to my advantage." His voice turned to a deep growl. Today is that day!"
Mosha gulped hard, unsure how to respond.
To Be Continued...